Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 383

Episode 383

Tianshan, a heavenly fortress located at the northern end of Xinjiang.

People called it the source of demons.

A mysterious place that has long been feared by the people of the world.

The top of the mountain, where no one seemed to live, was obscured by the clouds, and the stems below it stretched out to all of Xinjiang.

Just like the Demonic Cult that ruled Xinjiang.

Huge mountain peaks are lined up in a row, and silent canyons are located here and there, giving you a feeling of grotesqueness.

In front of the highest peak of Tianshan, there was a canyon that had existed as the only road.

However, it was difficult to look inside because huge iron gates were hung on both sides of the cliff.

wheein.

Sometime in the early morning after a sharp wind has passed.

Bold soldiers appeared in front of the huge iron gate that blocked the canyon, and dozens of them lined up side by side and began pushing hard until their muscles swelled up.

That’s right.

It wasn’t until the time when the protruding tendons stood on end that the old rust began to fall off and split the center in half.

That’s right kooooong.

As the divided iron gate slid slowly in different directions and reached the wall of the canyon, tons of stone debris fell around it, and birds frightened by the sudden roar flew up all at once and filled the sky.

Kung thump thump…

From that point on, the doors along the straight path to the top of the mountain opened with a roar as if echoing sequentially along the huge gate.

Majongjiro (魔宗之路).

It has been decades since Northern Ridochun reigned as the owner of Cheonsan.

The door, which had been firmly closed for a long time and was covered with rust, opened and revealed its interior for the new master of magic.

Numerous palaces and tall towers within it stretch as if waking up from a long sleep.

Numerous forces that had settled in all of them and supported the Demonic Cult were there.

The elders appointed by the leader of the Senate Danggeum, where the giants of the previous generation of the Sun Moon Daejeon (日月大殿), where the guardsmen were seated around the leader, spend the rest of their lives.

And the Six Families, called the Six Lords of Magic, have claimed to be the six pillars of the Demonic Cult.

For generations, cult leaders came from those who had set foot in the heavenly mountains, and there were only a handful of cases where outsiders ascended to the heavens of the Demonic Cult.

Bukri Docheon was also born in Yeomin (炎印) Bukga, one of the six families.

In other words, it means that it is a gold vein among gold veins that has been bathed with various elixirs since childhood and even received bee water.

He was born in Heavenly Mountain, sat on the throne of Heavenly Mountain, and reigned for a long time as the magical sky.

Now, to oppose him, someone who has made a unique achievement in the history of magic is coming.

As if reforming from below, they unified the Twelve Dongcheon and subdued those who had sworn allegiance to Northern Lidocheon one by one, and were walking towards the Cheonsan Mountain.

Bukri Docheon was a god, but the new one was a hero who represented the pain of the people and a wind of change.

Everyone cheered for his progress from the side of the weak to the top of the Demonic Cult, shouting the so-called separation of the people and the military, and jumped out at every corner he passed and bowed down and praised him with a heart that was not submissive due to his birth status.

And behind his leisurely steps, the Dongcheon Lords and the Twelve Dongcheon’s elite followed in rows and made the earth shake.

The sound, which seemed to represent the sound of the heart, even aroused strange excitement in the observers.

* * *

Wheein!

The peak of Tianshan Mountain full of snow.

An old man with a red beard was sitting at the edge of a cliff where the wind blew cutting his clothes and slashing his skin.

The ruler of Xinjiang, the Sunwol Demon Sect.

He was Bukri Docheon, who was called the strongest of the midfield Murim in both name and reality.

In the shudderingly cold place, as if he didn’t feel the cold at all, he was looking down at the heavenly mountain covered by clouds, emitting a soft light with half-open eyes.

“The Sorceress is back?”

“yes.”

After a while, the question that came out of his mouth was quickly answered by Ma Gang, who was waiting behind him.

“Did you say that there is no need for a priestess who ignores the people’s difficulties?”

“yes.”

It was a question I already knew, so no further explanation was needed.

Although the content could have been unpleasant, there was a heartwarming smile on Bukri Docheon’s lips, not a displeasure.

“You are indeed his disciple.”

“…”

“That troublemaker was like that too. If there was damage to a private house, my eyes would roll over.”

“….”

“Didn’t you say that all the Dongcheons you passed through prohibited exploitation of private houses?”

“yes.”

“Anyway, he’s a funny guy. Should we call that master his disciple?”

At Bukri Docheon’s words, Ma Kang’s face frowned a little.

“The momentum of the demonic river has changed a little. Are you upset?”

“sorry.”

Ma Kang, who had revealed his true feelings, hurriedly fell on his face in the snow and begged for guilt.

“Sorry what? You are my only friend in this Demonic Cult, where even flesh and blood can’t be trusted. Don’t worry about things like this.”

“…”

“What is the condensed milk?”

In response to Bukri Docheon’s question, Ma Kang kept his mouth shut with his face hardened.

“I will allow it, so tell me without hesitation.”

Ma Gang made up his mind and opened his mouth heavily. It was because if it wasn’t now, I wouldn’t have a chance to ask.

“How did you do that?”

“What?”

“It was the teacher’s will, so I followed it, but it wasn’t like usual. A man named Han Seung is the one who put a sword on the people of the lord. Why is it this time that you have never overlooked something…”

Buk Ri Do-chun smiled at Ma Gang’s words.

“He took all my praise, so he got horns.”

“Sir!”

“There is no need to raise your voice.”

“….”

“Everyone must have the same idea. While saying that the Demonic Cult should continue as the Demonic Cult. It was probably the same with the warriors of Mount Cheonsan and the warriors of the Twelve Dongcheons who turned to him now.”

It was.

In the thousand-year history, there have been times when a foreigner has become the owner, but no one has changed the tradition that has been maintained for a long time.

The master of the Demonic Cult has always reigned in fear.

However, Jinmu cried out for coexistence and changed the Demonic Sect from the ground up.

In the meantime, isn’t Bukri Docheon yielding praise to him while enduring criticism?

As if the person who prepares the end prepares a place for the next generation.

“Don’t you know? The Demonic Cult is different from a political faction or a sect.”

“….”

“The Zhou family governs the central plains, but the rulers of the Sun and the Moon govern Xinjiang. Why are you opening the way for him to share power?”

At Magang’s unusual passionate speech, Bukri Docheon turned his head and stared at him with a calm expression.

“Magang.”

“yes.”

“Were we right?”

“…?”

“Or is it true that you have been brainwashing yourself by masturbating?”

“…”

“Until now, Cheonsan has existed like a lofty lotus flower that bloomed from rotten water. I thought I was different from other people living in Xinjiang. By accepting the privilege as a matter of course.”

As if Bukridocheon was bringing up old memories, he looked at the sky where the north wind and cold snow were raging with distant eyes.

“For a thousand years… Throughout the long history of the Demonic Cult, we have clearly divided the upper and lower sides and only shouted dominion over everyone. Saying that is the meaning of sanctification.”

“…”

“But there was a guy who told me something else a long time ago.”

Ma Gang did not know that it meant the Revolutionary War.

“The bloomed lotus is amazing, but what made it bloom is the water that others point fingers at as rotten.”

Magang did not notice that the meaning of the lotus flower and its water was those who had been loyal to the Demonic Cult while living in the mountains of Cheon and Xinjiang.

“Master. Because there are lotuses, the rotten water looks great.”

Bukri Docheon shook his head at the words of Ma Kang, who refuted head-on.

“Yeah, I said that too. But he laughed at me and scolded me. Water looks great because there are lotuses, but without that water, lotus flowers cannot bloom in the first place.”

Ma Kang’s face slowly distorted at Buk Ri Do Cheon’s words that continued calmly.

“It was a shock to me. The guy who lived as a worm in Safa destroyed and trampled on my pride.”

“As Sokha remembers, I have never been defeated.”

“A draw is the same as a defeat. Unlike the guy who fought for his life alone, I enjoyed a privileged life.”

“….”

“We may be wrong.”

Magang didn’t answer anything.

“Even if we gained mighty power, we couldn’t advance a bit due to fierce internal struggles. It just became more and more closed.”

“….”

“I intend to finish at my stand. I want to return the power that has monopolized so far to everyone and let our Demonic Cult walk a new path.”

“Is that why you chose him?”

“okay.”

“…”

“At first, I just thought he was the guy who would end my long, lonely life according to the prophecy of the torch.”

The voice of North Lidocheon slowly subsides.

“I know what you are worried about.”

“…”

“But look at what he did.”

“….”

“As if mocking us for reigning in fear, aren’t we approaching, tearing down the hierarchy we built for our tradition and dominion? Even though we break down the idea that we should have everything and share it with everyone, we are becoming much richer than we have ever been.”

“Sir.”

“By piercing the blocked trade in the middle of the desert, they made the streets lively. Taxes have risen and people are praising it more. The gaze that looked at us was fear, but the gaze that looked at him was sincere loyalty. are tightly held together Enough to not have to worry about the back.”

“But I am loyal to him. What about the next one and the next one? The Demonic Cult will eventually disappear if such a person does not emerge.”

Ma Kang tried to cut off the words that revealed his weakness, but Northern Li Dao Qian did not stop talking.

“The thousand years of the Magang River are not made in vain. Transformation doesn’t end with just changing clothes. It takes a lot of pain to peel off the skin and raise new flesh. And the Demonic Cult will become stronger and stronger as it undergoes changes.”

Ma Gang could not answer anything in an infinitely calm tone.

“If it collapses because of it, that too will be our destiny.”

“…”

“To be truly strong is not to disappear when the system we have been protecting collapses, but to bloom a new lotus amid turmoil. That’s the direction we need to go. I will be a manure on the way. And I have no doubt that he will fertilize our land.”

Bukri Docheon closed his mouth after that.

Hearing those words, which sounded like a will toward the end, Ma Gang felt his heart thump.

The old master is still vivid, but why is he showing such a weak side?

“I heard that Gal Munju was severely beaten.”

“yes.”

“Since you came here ignoring my consideration, Yukga’s backlash must be fierce.”

“The goddamn bastards are posting unmanned soldiers all over the place with the Majongji allowed by the religious leader.”

“Leave it as it is.”

“…”

“Since he refused to be guided by the Sorceress, that is also the path he should walk.”

Bukri Docheon’s gaze turned back to the bottom of Cheonsan Mountain, which was obscured by clouds.

“Let’s watch. Shall I overcome the obstacles of the six families and walk the path of blood? Or will I stop without even setting foot on this heavenly mountain? That too will be his destiny.”

“Yes, Master.”

Ma Gang decided not to ask any more questions.

It was because the voice that made me guess the end along with the firm owner’s will sounded so sad.

Bukri Docheon stared at the bottom of Cheonsan in silence, knowing Ma Gang’s heart.

While climbing Cheonsan Mountain, Jinmu, who had come as a gust of wind, turned into a dragon and hoped that he would pierce through the clouds and come to him.